Frankfurt an der Oder
“I prefer to think my choices reflect my hopes, not my fears,” Elsa said to Richard.
“That’s applesauce, Elsa. Think for a moment. The guy whose country we’re travelling through now, Adolf Hitler, has a ninety-nine percent approval rating. At first blush, that scares the hoots out of me and I think it does you, too. Add to that, the lack of response by the League of Nations to his actions. It emboldens him and just adds more fuel to a fire that’s about to engulf all of us. Nobody appears to give a damn. The world’s gone to hell in a handbasket. The crazies have taken over the world. And Jews are persona non-grata, fodder in the new scheme of things. So, don’t tell me your choices aren’t based on fear. Because mine sure are!”
She stared at him with disbelief. “Without hope you’ve got nothing! Nothing!”
“Practicality and a good dose of reality, that’s what I’ve got!” He sat around and crossed his arms over his chest. “You wait, listen and watch, eventually everyone reveals themselves. That’s my motto.” He turned back to her. “And it should be yours, too. Isn’t that why we’re here? Hitler made his intentions quite clear toward Jews.”
Elsa bubbled up with tears. “You forget, I came here first. My British passport saved me. It allowed me to return for your help. W...